I Love Thee And Will Yield To Thee

When Spring awakes the sleeping trees and unfurls the leaves;
When flowers bloom, and meadows green and fresh the air gives.
When sun beams are on the woodlands where cool wind do blows,
And clear dews on blossom drops and saps are on the boughs;
When the light on the rainforest ponders, and streams are clear,
I love thee and will yield to thee and swear my love is fair.

When summer warms over our lands and fields are all gold;
And birds shall fly then flocks in the sky ; there joy